Title: Babysitting a Blond Brat
Fandom: Kuroko no basuke
Rating: T
Pairing: AoKise (Gonna get there someday)
Word Count: 1,499 approx.
A/N: So the world is supposed to end today. And I'm sick. SO LET'S CELEBRATE WITH AOKISE! /pachi pachi /brick'd. Anyway, this is not a one-shot. And I've rated it T for now, because Aomine lol stahp cursing. This is also set in a future AU! And loads of Jap words which have been italicized because who doesn't like italicized Jap words ehehe. But! I really need to know how this is because well, I'm like a NEWB—more like, N00B—in writing sob. So, reviews are more than appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke.
Chapter 1
"It's written with a red crayon," said a certain 25-year-old tanned blunette, as he stared at the paper in his hand incredulously. "How the fuck did you think this was legit?"
"I- I- I'm sorry sir!" his subordinate stuttered in response.
"You made me get out of bed and come to this godforsaken bar at 4 a.m. saying it was something really urgent and then show me this piece of shit written by a kindergarten kid and now you're… what?" the former said calmly with a crooked smile (though his eyes weren't smiling at all). "Do you know how pissed I am, Sakurai?"
Sakurai gulped as he felt a chill down his spine. He was so dead. "I'm truly, humbly, seriously, extremely, completely sorry sir!" his forehead was almost touching his knee— that's how much he was bowing. "B- But it was from the higher-ups! I- I- I was told to not wait till the morning, Aomine-san!"
All Sakurai could hear was a 'tsk' and nothing more. He slowly lifted his head up just to see Aomine glaring at the paper in his hand.
Aomine scratched the back of his head and after asking for a refill, blatantly said, "I don't want to take care of this." He thrust the paper at Sakurai and cursed the entire police force of the city silently. Out of the five hundred and eighty seven cops in the city's jurisdiction, he was the one chosen—more like forced— to investigate this stupid case.
"Aomine-san… I'm s—" The other slapped him, not caring about how much strength he put into it. He was so goddamn pissed.
"If you dare apologize again I'm gonna tell all the guys at the station about your shoujo manga stash."
"Please don't! I'm so sorr—" This time, the delicate man slapped himself to shut himself up.
After a few more glasses of cheap beer, they started talking again.
"So, who the hell thought that 'You're going to die by my hands painfully because I'm after you' would be a good way to scare someone? Not to mention the fact that it's written with a crayon and that the paper is torn from some notebook. What a dumbass." Aomine yawned and stretched his arms. He had worked overtime these past few days because he was still new to the post of 'Deputy Chief of Police' but he was tired already.
"U- Umm sir, it's actually because of the person this was sent to," Sakurai started in a low voice. "It was none other than Kise Ryouta!"
The blunette stared at the brown haired, baby faced cop sitting in front of him. "Huh?"
Kise who? He had never heard of that name before. "Who is that?"
The brown haired man was stupefied. "You're not serious are you, Aomine-san? You don't know Kise Ryouta—the Kise Ryouta!?"
"I want to punch your pretty face." He glared at Sakurai. Who in the world was this 'the Kise Ryouta'? "You're pissing me off, Sakurai."
"I'm so sorry for everything s- sir!" his voice broke as he started with his apologies again. "E- Excuse my rudeness! K- Kise Ryouta is a famous model. You could say that he's a supermodel a-actually. He has been voted number one in many popularity polls s-so I thought that you would know him Aomine-san!" he erupted, in a really small voice.
"Oh?" The tanned cop grinned sardonically. 'Kise Ryouta. Sounds like another dumb pretty face.'
The silence was back. The dim lit bar was suffused with only the occasional sounds of the two of them sipping beer or the commentators talking about the basketball game being displayed on the TV there. The sunlight had already begun to insinuate itself through the glass window in one corner and the time was slowly ticking away.
"Let's go to work."
"Y- Yes sir!"
-x-
It was a Monday; and not just any other Monday. Aomine knew that. It was the day the Chief was going to get back after a long paid vacation. And Aomine had to ask that jerk loads of things. Firstly, why he was gone for over 2 months without helping him get used to his new job. And secondly, why the hell was he being forced to babysit a pretty face.
The tanned cop changed into his dark blue uniform in the police personnel locker room. He quickly pinned up his badges and skillfully buttoned up the French cuffs of his shirt. He was neat and looked proper from top to bottom. He dressed really well; almost like he was going to get married.
He had nailed his uniform except for his tie. He hated ties. He never understood why people even bothered to wear ties. Like always, he just took an already loosened tied tie and hung it around his neck. Looking at himself in the mirror, he tightened it up a bit and deftly placed the police hat on his head.
He murmured something about how hard it was to get ready everyday as he inspected himself once again in the mirror.
Aomine had spent his entire life living carelessly; not worrying about anyone or anything. The only thing he ever wanted to do was to be a policeman. And now that he was one, he didn't really like it. Sure, he felt great helping out people and nabbing criminals all that; but spending more time than a chick to get ready really got on his nerves.
And the fact that he wasn't a morning person made everyone in the station shudder because of the aura emitted by their superior. Today wasn't an exception either.
Which is why, when the unsuspecting Chief entered; Aomine just walked to him coolly and pulled him apart, ready to erupt.
"Where the fuck were you these past 2 months!?" an enraged Deputy yelled, gripping his boss's tie, ready to choke him if he said something wrong. He was totally ignoring the startled looks of the passing civilians because, well— he was so goddamn pissed.
"Aomine— let me go!" the black haired guy squeaked. "I swear I'll shoot you!" He kicked the blunette's knee and escaped from his grip. He fixed his tie and shook his head at him.
"You're still the same Ahomine." Lowering his volume a bit, he said, "I was looking for a wife."
The younger guy looked at his Chief with a bewildered expression on his face. After a slight pause, he burst out again. "Who the hell takes off 2 months to go looking for a wife? Did you go search for her in some mountain? Couldn't you have just used the internet?"
The black haired man stared at the blunette for a while; he then turned his gaze towards the sky and with a gallant expression said, "The internet wouldn't help me search for the wifi always wanted."
Aomine gawked at him. He had been gone for two whole months, but there was no change in him. Not one bit. He face-palmed himself and said, "Your puns are still the lamest, Izuki-senpai."
But Izuki didn't hear him. He was in his own world, scribbling down his 'masterpiece' in his notebook. "Wow, I'm so… punny."
"That's for writing down complaints and important information!" the Deputy yelled once again, yanking the police notebook from his boss's hand. He had such a bad headache that he wanted to kill his senpai right there and then.
Izuki frowned at him before saying that he should be mellower while reprimanding others. His companion only sighed and rubbed his temples after returning the note.
"Ah, senpai, I need to know one more thing. Why is this stupid Kisa Shouta case given to me?" asked Aomine. His name was Kisa Shouta, right?
"You mean Kise Ryouta. Not Kisa Shouta. Have you been reading some weird manga lately?"
"What? No! Just answer me already."
"Why are you avoiding my eyes?"
No response.
"Fine," Izuki said, exhaling. "That guy really hates people who fall for him; dudes included. So, we've chosen you, a relentless, hardhearted, grim, implacable—" The sound of Aomine's knuckles cracking made Izuki stop his detailed description of him. He fidgeted with his tie and after gulping said, "Well, yeah. We've chosen you to take care of him."
Aomine could just stare at him. "I'm sure there are other guys except me."
"Yeah, but you're our best bet."
Again, all the blunette could do was just stare and ask pointless and moronic questions. He didn't want to babysit a spoilt supermodel brat. The death threat—more like a 5-year-old kid's prank—wasn't even proved to be legit.
"It's time to get back, Ahomine."
"Just tell me," Aomine said with pleading but confident blue eyes. "Why is it me?"
Izuki sighed and shook his head. "Isn't it obvious? It's because you like—no, you can't live without them."
"What? I can't live without what?"
The Chief sighed again.
This guy is so stupid.
"Oppai, Ahomine. You can't live without oppai."
